Teething

Today is Wednesday. That’s really only notable in that we all thought it was Thursday, because Thursday is Bin Day and our bins are proudly out front of our house, patiently waiting to be emptied. Georgia dutifully emptied all the bins into them last night, the nappy bucket and a few assorted plastic food containers that were partially forgotten in the back of the fridge. None of us thought to check the day.

It always amuses me that the recycling bin only gets picked up every other week, and the regular rubbish gets it every week. This is amusing only if you look at our bins on pickup day, as the recycling is overflowing and the rubbish bin is half full. A 2-to-1 ratio isn’t bad. Go Hippies!

Boo and I are back at the little playground and it’s another beautiful sunny day. This time, the sun only has to fight with a few clouds, but the warmth is a mixture of sun-baking dry and did rain/gonna rain humidity. The ‘bowl’ of the park is filled again and I fight the urge Every Single Time to chuck some fish in it and wait for them to get big enough to catch. The fact that it’ll drain in a few days stops me, as does the idea of the egrets, ducks, and other assorted aviations around that would happily gobble my guppies.

Drew is happily stomping around in his slippershoes with a couple of slugtrails going down his upper lip. He’s had a fever and a rotten mood intermittently all week. Plus, he’s shat himself rather thoroughly the past two mornings, necessitating a bath on both. Not this morning, but I’m keeping my eye on him. He’s just climbed off me and while he was laughing I saw yet another huge bump in his gums. When this kid teeths, he means it. I actually have a hard time
imagining the relief I’ll feel when he’s done with all this. Uffda.

I’ve found an app for the ABC News feeds. I can watch video or listen online, which I’m doing now off whomever’s connection this is I’m hijacking. Bless those that don’t secure their wireless.

After climbing on me intermittently during our half hour here, it occurs to me that he’s teething and I’m teething too. Transitioning to something new in life, something permanent and necessary, something that’s going to bring good things and make a lot of things much easier, something that could even be called necessary for survival, is never easy. It’s just like teething. You get peripheral issues like explosive shats and a fever, sometimes just a badmother of a mood, but it’s almost always painful in some way.

No matter the shit you go through though, something good will come of it in the end. I’m intensely curious to see what that will be.

Kids’re all in high spirits this morning, and I never quite know when or why this will happen. But I’ll take it. I’ll take it, and let’s see what I can do with it.